Quiton looked at Zhao Bin sitting in the driver's seat with a brilliant smile on his face. "Well, this car is good, isn't it?"

"Cheetah, a good car, but this car is not for you, more suitable for successful men."

Zhao Bin said as he drove, but his mind began to calculate. Today, the girl spent a lot of money and ordered a Farakmuller watch. He had to ask for a little interest.

"Why not? What car should I drive?

"Are beautiful women like you still driving? Take the bus directly! I'll pick you up later! You can rest assured that you are at your beck and call."

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